Boots - Brooklyn Gamma lyrics

It ain't as good as it gets If you got holes all over your chest My best day's your worst day "Worst day" is my best phrase That's just what I get Rope squeezin' my neck The things that I forget Lost in my hotel room Ocean on its way back soon That's what we get Flies licking my face All bets are closed off on in this race Break ground, start again Break ground, start again Get what we can get Poison on my plate I'm lovin' all the same There's hands on my wrist In the form of a fist In the form of a kiss Light up the sky Showing off your bed Showing up and get dead Cut open the clone Whose wearing all my clothes Well, that's just what I get It ain't as good as it gets If you got holes all over your head Window on my table Window in the rearview And in the palm of my hand in the form of a fist And leave some room for the lucky ones Seal our tomb with gifts of gold and bra** and bone Leave some room for the lucky ones And seal our tomb with gifts of gold Light up the sky Ooh, light up the sky Light up the sky Light up the sky Ooh, light up the sky Light up the sky Ooh, light up the sky Light up the sky Light up the sky Ooh, light up the sky And leave some room for the lucky ones Ooh, light up the sky And leave some room for the lucky ones Ooh